They remain forever in the doldrums,
I will praise their souls in this way,
For happiness will now serve them,
And where is the arm and leg for doing?
They remain with bent body, bent limbs,
Precious as their heart that beats extremely,
Instilling intellect in the world,
From the doldrums that leap into scenery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem